Chapter 65

Migraine.
How she'd gotten rid of Ian then, she'd also gotten rid of him now.
Had it been too long since Shuangyun had deceived him? Or... did he care too much about her?
Holding that box of painkillers, Cheng Lang almost collapsed sitting on the bed. From this angle, he could see the envelope he'd originally put in the drawer on the desk had been opened.
His body was still in place, but his thoughts quickly understood everything.
Shuangyun had seen it, opened it, and given her response.
She'd been so scared she'd run away without even eating.
Sharp buzzing sounded in his ears. Cheng Lang silently sat on the bed.
Actually... they'd already separated.
Separated, broken up, living apart, become two unrelated people.
Her being able to come here to find him was originally something he didn't deserve.
Tried every way to keep her, but in the end made her so scared she ran away without looking back.
Wanted to send a message asking if she'd taken a taxi to the airport herself? Could she also send him the license plate number? When she got to the airport, could she also let him know...
But his body simply couldn't move. His mind kept thinking about that day they'd gone hiking in the mountains.
He'd held her hand, just kept walking, walking, walking.
Cheng Lang's palm covered his face.
After a long time, he finally took out his phone, but found Shuangyun had already sent him a message.
Shuangyun: "I took a taxi first, won't trouble you to take me. Thanks for your hospitality during this time!"
Her tone was so natural, as if nothing had happened.
Below was also a screenshot of an Uber order, as if knowing he would ask, so telling him not to ask anymore.
Cheng Lang saw the time on the order. Almost as soon as he'd left the apartment, she'd taken her luggage and run.
Cheng Lang thought, he wouldn't see Shuangyun again.
Ahead, there was a car accident. Originally, taking a taxi to the airport was about an hour. Now they were stuck on the road.
The driver switched to the traffic channel. Shuangyun heard there'd been a major accident ahead.
Cheng Lang hadn't replied to her message. Right, she'd made everything clear.
But he also hadn't questioned why she'd left like this.
Did she expect his questioning? Clearly accepting it silently would be easiest for her.
But Shuangyun didn't know why she was still looking at her phone, but in the chat, Cheng Lang hadn't sent any message.
The driver was still complaining about the traffic, also asked Shuangyun what time her flight was.
Shuangyun replied: "Four o'clock."
"Might not make it. Without traffic, definitely no problem. But now stuck here not moving, hard to say."
The driver's tone was somewhat annoyed, but Shuangyun said: "Oh, it's fine. Let's wait."
Her gaze went to her phone again. There was still no message inside.
Cheng Lang... would be angry, right? Her running away like this without a word.
No, he wouldn't be angry at her.
Why did thinking of this make her heart feel somewhat uncomfortable?
Shuangyun turned off her phone and stopped looking, directly put it in her bag.
The weather outside was still very good. The wide road was completely blocked.
Shuangyun should have been anxious, because she might miss her flight. But for some reason, when looking out the window, her mood didn't have special fluctuations, only felt... blank.
The car moved forward extremely slowly. Shuangyun stared blankly at the white clouds in the sky.
She was going back to Sydney. What would she do? Would she continue working?
Thinking of this, Shuangyun suddenly thought of that email the PhD student had said he'd send her this morning about the job posting. At that time, she'd been packing, so glanced at the title but hadn't clicked in.
Shuangyun then immediately opened her bag again, wanting to check the email, but saw Cheng Lang had sent two messages a few minutes ago.
Her fingers paused. She guessed if he was now questioning her.
Asking why she'd run away like this without a word, what last night had meant, why she always did this... again and again... hurt him?
Shuangyun pursed her lips. He had the right to question her. He had the right to be angry.
Mentally prepared, her fingers lightly clicked open Cheng Lang's chat. But Shuangyun froze in place the next second.
Cheng Lang had sent a message and a photo.
Cheng Lang: "Is your head still hurting? If it still hurts, you can also buy this painkiller at the airport. Take two the first time, then if it still hurts, take one more. Don't exceed five in twenty-four hours."
The second was a photo of him holding painkillers.
All sounds around seemed to fade away. Shuangyun looked at those two messages for a long time.
Didn't he know she was lying to him? Shuangyun did occasionally have migraines, but more often that was an excuse she used to achieve some goals.
Didn't he know? He clearly knew, yet still sent such a message.
Was he worried that if, if she really had a headache, what then?
Her gaze went to a corner of her bag. That was the painkillers she'd taken from Cheng Lang's medicine cabinet. Knew he had them, so took them in advance to send him away.